Like a Little Child

September 4, 2009
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Like a little child,
I only see the innocence of the world.
Poverty and pain is beyond the spectrum of my rose-colored glasses.
My hand reaches out, but no one is there to grab it.

Like a little child,
I dare to dream, no matter how far the moon may seem.
Either way, I must land on a star.
My sweet dreams of the future, filter out reality.

Like a little child,
The world is my playground.





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